The Beast.

The skinny... years ago... long hair, beard... speaking Russian or ?? the announcers would say... he was mad! out of control! to be feared!!!

One Saturday night, we were invited for supper at my Uncle Gerry's. I was a young lad and you can imagine how taken aback I was when I entered the living room and he was sitting on the couch with an Alpine (beer) in his hand and speaking perfect French and English. He was a complete gentleman.

My old man always told me it was "fake", but not quite like walking into my uncle's house.